Sunday, July 31, 2011

If you're lucky and work hard, you get the partners you need to be the business success you desire. Here's a tribute to mine.


By Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author's program note. I didn't have to think twice about the music to accompany this important article. It's "Friendship" recorded in 1940 by Judy Garland and Johnny Mercer. You'll find it in any search engine. Go now. When you find it, give a  listen. It's a peppy little number, touched by American corniness and with a special message for wartime: we're in this together.  And not just in war, either.

The well-lived life is a series of absolutely essential relationships... parents to child, sibling to sibling, spouse to spouse... and business partner to business partner.

Luck, of course, the kismet that erratically injects itself into the business of living, is a always an  unpredictable factor... but so is the ability to seize that opportunity when it knocks... and to grow it into your personal empire. This is  the story of one particular man who when serendipity came, seized it with gratitude and enthusiasm, riding it for a lifetime of security, profit, and, yes, affection, the plus perfect beneficiary of partnership, its care and maintenance.

"A fairy tale."

My 87-year-old father, a lifetime of business success under his belt, one day startled me with his description of my nearly 20 year relationship with:Sandi Hunter and George Kosch. "It's a fairy tale," he said. "That's what it is." What he meant was that this was a relationship which, on the surface, was improbable, even unlikely; but which once existing one could never imagine being without. Let me tell you how it happened...

One day nearly 20 years go, the telephone rang in my Cambridge, Massachusetts office. It was George Kosch. This call was the result of a crucial business marketing insight and tactic: always make it easy for your customers to find you and connect with you. I was, I believe, the first author in the history of authors to include follow-up details (and a catalog, no less) in every copy of every book I wrote; (to date there have been 18 such). Such vital, business-building details were also included with every article as well as with the usual business marketing communications. They were also, and powerfully, supplied to the world each time I went on radio, television, and ultimately the 'net. Over time this constant infusion of total follow-up information provided a fruitful critical mass that resulted in a constant stream of leads... and lucrative, fortune-building business.

George was one of the many people who responded... and responded... and responded. For I was that most normal and prosaic of prospects: the one who wasn't paying much attention to what the marketer was trying so hard to get me to see. Like all prospects, when George The Marketer rang my phone (as, remember, he had been invited to do in one of my books) I had other fish to fry, other places to go, other people to meet. Now from a distance of 20 years (and everything therein) I shudder when I think of how nearly life might have been so very different. Here the "what if's" surface...

What if he hadn't bought the book?

What if he hadn't read it?

What if he hadn't believed my invitation to follow-up and so didn't do it?

What if he had not followed-up when I, already comfortable and with too much to do, didn't pay attention... since follow up was necessary and required to make the future happen?

Faced by such questions, one at last, and perforce, comes to believe, no matter how rooted in rationalism you may be, in the power of kismet... what my father called the "fairy tale".

But George knew this about marketing: that if you have carefully selected your prospect... and you are sure of the benefits you can deliver... then, to get the benefits you want, you must try and try again to induce your prospect to stop! Pay attention! Get enthused! And, finally, desire what you wish him to desire. And George did just that, introducing me to a subject I knew nothing about... which was to become the basis for the remainder of my life. George Kosch, then as now, was a visionary... far ahead of everyday reality.

I didn't know it, although it is to my credit that I quickly came to see, but I was firmly rooted in the past... while he was a link to the future. I had made a fortune from publishing books, specialized card-deck advertising, and from the laborious, fatiguing and very lucrative lecture circuit which at its height saw me lecturing on a regular basis at nearly 30 colleges and universities and at one professional association after another. It was a grueling pace. George offered something better: he offered the future... and no man can ever be offered a better, more compelling gift.

"The Offer".

George snagged my attention finally and for good when he offered me, via his electronic bulletin board, the opportunity to bring my popular business columns (which appeared in both print and in my nationally syndicated radio program) to a wider audience. I didn't need to be offered twice. Here's why...

In those days, these bulletin boards were wildly popular. From our vantage point with the glorious Web in place, it may be difficult for some to conjure up their attraction, but it was substantial. I remember one never-to-be-forgotten dinner party I attended where every guest, posting messages throughout dinner, kept jumping up to see all the avalanche of responses which just kept pouring in. It was rude, of course... but it was undeniably exciting and eye-opening. George Kosch offered a way into The Way Things Would Be, Like It Or Not!

I so liked it, and was so intrigued, that I flew to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada... because, by then, I had an inkling that in this unlikely place, with its uncongenial temperatures, my future was to be found... and I was right.

There at the airport, young, good looking, friendly, curious of course about their guest, were George Kosch and Sandi Hunter. I can see this moment sharply in my mind's eye. It was a meeting full of possibilities which became, through careful stages, probabilities... then certainties. I have been a student of humanity since the day my eyes first opened on the human comedy... here I found two of the best. The first impression was impressive; nothing that has happened since has done anything but improve it.

The three of us promptly decided on a partnership which I think I may safely say has proven so beneficial to us all -- and the world we have served. Here are some of the reasons why it works so well:

1) We each have our fields of expertise and so defer to  the experts in their area. George takes care of the technology he knows so well; Sandi is an expert in Web design and handles all the myriad "back office" and customer service details. There her deft touch, efficiency, organization and, above all, kindness are put to the test daily. She never fails. I remain what I have always been, the marketing man, the creator of endless blog copy.

2) We say less  than we know. A  successful relationship is predicated upon empathy, discretion, a carefully nurtured ability to know what to say, how and when to say it. It means giving up the often destructive luxury of saying anything that comes to mind. This is what the young and careless do, thinking they are honest, when they are simply immature.

3) We value the others and say so. We are, they from Ontario, me from Illinois, by heritage reserved. But that only make our words, when given, the more affecting. We make it a point to remember... for it easy to take for granted that which must always be recalled and celebrated. We do not take each other for granted.

4) Above all else, we are there for each other. I have never had to struggle to make these fine people adhere to any undertaking; they have never had to remind me to do something promised. Lifelong relationships flourish because the people  involved do what they say they are going to do... their word indeed their bond.

With such people, success, while never inevitable, is likely... and so it has been.

Which is why, soon to be 65, I embrace each day with unbridled enthusiasm... for I know that I am making the next portion of the great adventure of my life with just the right people. When you find yours, grab on to them as if your life depends on it, for it does...



About the Author

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Dr. Jeffrey Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling busines books. Republished with author's permission by Richard Penny





Richard Penny is an Online Success Coach That is willing to teach others, the way to success, Has been on the internet for many years, and has  learned many successful tips, that will help others
on there way to a better Financial Future..




Saturday, July 30, 2011

Beware of any 'business' that relies on recruiting family and friends for your success!


by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

It all sounded so good.

Incredible earnings potential!

Work at home!

Big profits in your spare time!

Yours, all yours, if  you only recruit a few family members and friends... who would then recruit a few family members and friends... who would then recruit a few family members and friends.

Easy! Get started today! Just pay a monthly fee and stockpile a few "they sell themselves"" products... and all those eye-popping benefits (and the money you so need) would be yours.

Unfortunately...  it all went wrong, so terribly wrong and in such a short time, too.

No money!

No snug business producing guaranteed extra income!

And family members and friends angry at you for involving and misleading them, with collateral damage for years to come.

What went wrong?

"Warm marketing" is the culprit!

Consider any company you know from major household brand names to local "mom and pop" operations. Do these companies reply on their family and friends to prosper? Certainly not. In fact, the question is absurd. These enterprises, every one of these enterprises, relies on the quality of their goods and customer service -- and their own never-ending marketing efforts -- to attract people to their stores and develop long-term relationships.  If you asked such business owners if they were relying on their family and friends to get by, they'd dismiss the notion in a minute as ludicrous.

And so should you!

Why "warm marketing" doesn't work

Warm marketing is based on the proposition that people know people and that by everyone doing a little bit of presentation and recruitment, everyone benefits. Nice idea.

Unfortunately, it has as many holes as swiss cheese.

The premise of "warm marketing" is that people will buy whatever you're selling because they know you, and you ask them. By contrast, in real businesses people buy not because of their personal connection, but because of their need for the product, the eye-catching selection of what you have available, and the particular motivating offer you're making. Selling to their parents and best friends is most assuredly NOT the basis of their success!!!

So, who benefits from "warm marketing" then?

The parent company -- and no one else.

Does the opportunity charge you a fee for joining and/or a monthly "membership" fee. Bingo! They're making money off you.... even if you never make a penny.

Does the opportunity require that you buy a certain amount of product every month? Bingo! They're making money off of you ... even if you never make a penny.

Does the opportunity require that you maintain a certain level of sales to get paid? Bingo! They're making money off of you ... even if you never make a penny.

Let's be very clear: their objective is to make a profit for the company. Whether you make one or not is never their concern.

What companies relying on "warm marketing" never offer

ALL businesses, warm or otherwise, need a steady flow of prospect leads. Regular companies master the art of lead generation early... or they go out of business fast.

Warm marketing companies don't spend a nickle instructing you on marketing mastery. No need! Instead, they just hand you a prospect script and tell you to call all your family and friends ASAP, since that's the sure-fire way to success.

WRONG!

Real companies that have dealer programs bend over backwards to accommodate your need for prospects and to help you educate and close these prospects.

The better the company, the more focused they are on your success, the more you can expect them to provide, such as

* a training program that shows you how to generate and work with your prospects

* multiple lead-generating services

* ad copy that works

* proven prospect scripts

* company-provided incentives to stimulate prospect identification and action

* company provided live and recorded presentations for prospects, delivering key information and answering queries.

Real companies don't say "recruit grandma and all will be well." Instead, they focus on providing you with EVERYTHING you need to generate and close leads, including (and this is absolutely vital) the hot new automatic recruitment software which only cutting-edge companies make a point of offering.

This exciting, money-making software enables you to generate

* unlimited

* guaranteed

* targeted

* specific

* unique

traffic to your website... and to do it AUTOMATICALLY and for FREE!

Related software delivers the Number One position in every search engine on earth... including Google, Yahoo, Bing, Alexa, etc. again AUTOMATICALLY and FREE! (I bet you didn't know you could do this in under 5 minutes, automatically. And for FREE, if the company gives you this amazing software!)

Real companies are happy to give this to you free because they know that traffic is king and that your success (and theirs) is dependent on it.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the outmoded companies advocating "warm marketing" remain in the dark ages.... snagging you with a system that seems easy but is the worst imaginable, not least because it leaves you with a trail of strained and broken relationships with family and friends you have irritated and angered.

To avoid this and all the other pitfalls of this notoriously inefficient and ineffectual marketing system, just remember Nancy Reagan's famous line: "Just say no." It will save you a world of grief, frustration, and a lifetime of bitter, recriminatory comments from family and former friends. It will also enable you to continue your search to find the best opportunities... those  which eschew "warm marketing" altogether, and rightly so!

About The Author

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice. Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books.  Republished with author's permission by Richard Penny


Richard Penny is an Online Success Coach That is willing to teach others, the way to success, Has been on the internet for many years, and has  learned many successful tips, that will help others
on there way to a better Financial Future..




Friday, July 29, 2011

'Our lives, our fortunes, & our sacred Honor'. Rediscovering William Whipple, New Hampshire patriot, signer of the Declaration of Independence.


By Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author's program note. I have found the perfect music to accompany this article. It is called "Washington's March". It is an elegant piece of 18th century music, balanced, refined, symmetrical, as suitable for a drawing room as for an afternoon's review of the troops.

It reminds us that George Washington and all his officers were gentlemen born and bred, citizens of substance who undertook the pronounced hazard of revolution because that  was the only way open to "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." They risked everything...

You can find this tune in any search engine. It appears as part of a splendid collection entitled "Music of the American Revolution: The Birth of Liberty." Sadly the composer of "Washington's March" is unknown. He deserves recognition, too...

Steps to glory... or the gallows.

It is important to remember one thing about history: at the time it is actually occurring only God Himself knows the outcome. No person present can do anything more than speculate on what may happen. You must remember this, for the people you encounter in this article were each and every one making the most bold, audacious and rash decision of their lives when, on August 2, 1776 most of the delegates to the Second Continental Congress, meeting in Philadelphia in the Pennsylvania State House (now Independence Hall), signed the Declaration of Independence. William Whipple, one of the three representatives from New Hampshire, signed that day. We can imagine the scene...

Every man present, as his turn came to sign, would have had, must have had a moment of the utmost sobriety, even dread. He would have thought of  the terrible risk he was taking to bring forth the new nation. His mind would have touched on the people he loved.... the people who loved and trusted him. As he moved up in the queue he could so clearly see the beloved aspects of his life, each and every one of them, now with his own signature in the most perilous danger.

But though there had to be profound reflections and profound anxiety, there was in that place, on that date, emanating from each man present and all the citizens there represented, a deep certainty that what they were doing was profoundly right, proper and necessary.... and as they took pen in hand, they wrote their names, if not so grandiloquently as John Hancock, yet with the same ringing belief...

They did  this for liberty! For freedom! For the chance of some happiness in the shortness of life. And, most of all, to create a nation which would provide a living model, where the good of all would always be the goal, not the good of a few. They stood for a new way of governing men and arranging their affairs... they stood for a nation they insisted be great!

Thus did William Whipple, in sober reflection and invoking God's will be done, sign the most important document in the short  history of mankind,  and, thus committed, did he resolve to strive, to turn brilliant rhetoric into vital reality.

About William Whipple, Jr., born January 14, 1730.

Whipple was born in Kittery, Maine, now famous for its many factory-outlet stores. He went to the sea, like so many Mainers, having studied in the common school the essentials necessary to become a merchant. He became a Ship's Master by the age of twenty-three, and in 1759 moved to Portsmouth, New Hampshire where he established a merchant partnership with his brother. In either 1770 or 1771 (the record is unclear) he married his first cousin Katherine Moffat; they must have been in love, and adamant, for such matches between those so closely related were not recommended. But, of course, without documentation, we can only speculate and may thereby deduce the wrong conclusion.

The people's choice.

In 1775 Whipple, a well-established businessman of 45, was elected to represent his town at the Provincial Congress. In 1776 New Hampshire dissolved the Royal government and reorganized with a House of Representatives and an Executive Council. Whipple became a Council member, and a member of the Committee of Safety, and was elected to the Continental Congress, serving through 1779. There he was one of a group of men who worked hard, staying out of sight, achieving results, letting others take the credit. He was chairman of the marine, foreign relations and quartermaster committees and served on the committee which gathered intelligence on the British.  Such a committee at such a time goes only to the most trusted of men.

While still in Congress, Whipple was appointed one of two brigadiers general; John Stark got the other appointment. The appointment came at a time of the utmost danger. The Americans had evacuated vital Fort Ticonderoga, the British having then taken it over. From this key strategic position, General "Gentleman Johnny" Burgoyne meant to wreck havoc. General Whipple meant to ensure he didn't.

Burgoyne was everything Whipple was not: a braggart, popinjay, condescending man who believed the Americans were there for one reason and one reason  only: to provide him a step ladder to wealth, deference, renown. Whipple just got on with the job of defeating the man who never dreamt his defeat was possible. The result was the pivotal Battle of Saratoga, where the Americans not only defeated Burgoyne (thereby motivating France and Spain to enter the war on the side of the insurgents) but ended the Gentleman's vainglorious career. He never had another military command; Whipple did. Appropriately, Whipple was accorded the honor of being one of the two American representatives assigned to working out the terms of capitulation.  A victorious Burgoyne would have been contemptuous and insulting on such an occasion. Whipple handled the situation quite differently, although all knew how important the victory just obtained.

One more anecdote about Whipple at this time must be told. Like many officers Whipple had slaves; one in particular, named Prince, went to the war with his master. Before an engagement expected to be difficult, Whipple freed him upon Prince saying that he could only fight for freedom if he himself were free. Whipple felt the full force of this unanswerable argument, and made Prince a free man on the spot.

Whipple's career both during and after the Revolution flourished, despite the fact that his health was uncertain, his heart  weak. It because of this heart that he died. As Associate Justice of the Superior Court of New Hampshire he was required to ride circuit. One day while doing so, he fainted and fell from his horse to his death. Right up to the last moment of life, he worked for the good of the people, quietly, resolutely, obscurely, dying November 28, 1785.

Long overdue.

When it came for his tombstone to be made, his reserve served him poorly. Not even the fact that he had signed the great Declaration was mentioned. Now at last, for him and for 11 other signers, belated recognition has come. This year small bronze plaques will be added to their tombs. It's little enough and that overdue, for those who gave so much to create and maintain our Great Republic, now imperiled by lesser folk who not only do not know Whipple's work and legacy, but are doing everything they can to undo it.


About the Author

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Dr. Jeffrey Lant is also a historian and author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Richard Penny


Richard Penny is an Online Success Coach
That is willing to teach others, the way to success,
Has been on the internet for many years, and has
learned many successful tips, that will help others
on there way to a better Financial
situation..




Thursday, July 28, 2011

'My Day' with Eleanor Roosevelt, my father's unforgettable visit with the most important woman of the 20th century.


By Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author's program note: Eleanor Roosevelt was, at once, one of the most admired and one of the most reviled women of the twentieth century. You either loved her or you hated her. That's what happens when you set out to improve the world... and do. A lot of people aren't going to like it...

That's why, when I went in search of music for this article, I knew it might be tricky finding just the right sound. But  it wasn't. A friend recommended Anastacia's tune "Paid My Dues" (released 2001). You'll find it  in any search engine.

First listen for the beat; then listen for the lyrics.

"You can say what you want about me Wanna do what you want to me But you can not stop me."

This was very much the case with Mrs. Roosevelt.  And she had unquestionably paid her dues...

How the subject came up.

Most every Saturday I spend some quality time with my now 86 year old father. He's in California, I'm in Massachusetts so our conversations are on the telephone. I've been urging him to get a webcam so we can benefit from the visual, but he keeps telling me that would be too hard. He's wrong, but obstinate; for now we adhere to the phone.

Our conversations cover any aspect or subject in the lives of two active men, his and mine. Some are profoundly serious, others comical, hilarious as jokes from long ago are trotted out to be reprised and laughed at again. At the end of these conversations, we both feel good; at least I do.

A few months ago in the middle of one such conversation, he casually said, "Did I ever tell you about my visit with Eleanor Roosevelt?" Then the bombshell. "It was the most important day of my life."

I was staggered on two accounts, first that I had never heard of this matter before and second that he regarded the visit so importantly. Of course, I couldn't wait to hear the details...

It was the summer of 1944.

By the summer of 1944, it was clear the Axis powers had lost the war, but it was not quite clear that the Allies had won it. That's why the total focus needed to deliver victory had to be maintained. And so every aspect of life at that time was touched by the war.  It was total war, totally consuming.

My father was a candidate for the navy's officer training program.  However, when taking the physical it was discovered that he had a heart murmur. He was ordered to go to the navy hospital in San Diego for further tests. Thus, he found himself billeted in the Fine Arts Gallery and History Museum, Balboa Park. This was a facility for 1,200 patients, space very much at a premium.

One day a message was circulated by the commander that Mrs. Roosevelt would be paying an official visit shortly. He ordered all able bodied and ambulatory personnel to attend. He, of course, wanted to make the best possible impression on the President's wife and key advisor. But some of the "boys" in hospital were determined they wouldn't help. Their remarks were often rude, vulgar, immature; often directed at a woman who, it was true, was plain to a degree and who was thus made the butt of many crude, ungracious comments.

Many of these comments criticized her for not staying at home in the White House to serve tea and cookies to visiting dignitaries. These reflected the views of their fathers who were outspoken about the woman who did too much gadding about, interfering in other people's business.

My father felt differently. He admired her "pluck" as he called it and was looking forward to seeing this world figure and hearing what she had to say.

When my father arrived in  the Spreckles Organ Pavilion Mrs. Roosevelt, dressed in uniform, was already on stage. Right on time she started the program, greeted the audience and took questions from those nearest the stage. In an instant the crude comments and insults of just moments before stopped. There was that about the lady that turned ruffians into rapt listeners and gentlemen. You didn't know this though until you were with her.  Then you knew it, for life; it was her secret and it came in very helpful in the demanding life she fashioned for herself. She knew how to put people at ease and make friends.

After a time and as it was one of the picture-perfect San Diego days, she suggested to her hosts that they sit in the shade under the trees. Most of the audience left at that point, having, as they saw it, done their duty. But my father knew that this was the chance of a lifetime to be in the presence of History and learn. He followed Mrs. Roosevelt outside where the conversation was warm, personable, like family.

She knew two important things about the "boys" surrounding her. She knew they were far away from home and lonely, and she knew they were not the best of correspondents. She also knew that their families missed them so and worried. She knew she could make a difference... and where she could, she would.

Thus, as she talked to the young men, she took down, with a gold pencil, their names and addresses and promised to send word to their parents. She looked you in the eye, my father recalled, when asking for the details... and no one at that moment saw a plain woman; instead they felt the radiance of her personality and her humanity.  She was a good, caring soul... and they all knew it.

I'd like to tell you that my father gave Mrs. Roosevelt his particular details, including the name and address of his parents; I'd  like to tell you that he had framed her letter to his mother, my grandmother, and that he was giving it to me, because he knew I would take good care of it. But I can't...

Instead he shyly watched as others, one by one, gave the information she requested.... until at last the aides who guarded her schedule (and her strength) let it be known it was time to move on. The farewells were brief, friendly, warm handshakes... and that smile instantly recognizable to a world which admired and counted on her.

At that moment my father kicked himself for not giving Mrs. Roosevelt his particulars since, as good as her word, she did write astonished parents, who instantly wrote their offspring and told all the neighbors and every one of their startled relations.

My father was chagrined but he made the best of it. He became a regular reader of Mrs. Roosevelt's six-day-a-week syndicated newspaper column "My Day". Written from 1935 to 1962, it is still eminently readable today. He also made the pilgrimage to Vall-Kill (as I later did), the only home she ever owned and the only home of any First Lady to become a National Historic Site.

It was at Vall-Kill she said, "The greatest thing I have learned is how good it is  to come  home again." This is why my sprawling Saturday conversations with my father will continue, for these are the conversations of home, and we each have more to reveal to each other...


About the Author

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Dr. Jeffrey Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Richard Penny


Richard Penny is an Online Success Coach That is willing to teach others, the way to success, Has been on the internet for many years, and has  learned many successful tips, that will help others
on there way to a better Financial Future..